Apr 092013
 

I lied about my first kiss. I always told people that my second kiss was really my first kiss. That’s not the way it went down. Now, since I’m a slut, I’ll tell you that I kissed him. That first boy. I took his lips. I liked him and he liked me. He lusted after me for the rest of that afternoon. You could tell. When the attention even gets …uncomfortable.

He told his mother …like a pussy. And she made me feel dirty. Standing behind me that next day at school. Talking  with our teacher about closet situations, and monitoring students more closely. Of course I heard. Him. Hanging his head. Shame holding it down, but his face was fired-up red in a much different way than it was after I’d kissed him. Stupid pussy. And Fuck You, old bitch. I took it. Nothing you can say about me will ever get it back for him. And he liked it. He still likes it. And you just made sure that he’ll never get another one for a while. Oh, he’ll love you for that.

The next year, he was just someone I remembered.

I was walking outside to Spanish one day. It was so sunny, but not hot. Some girl tapped me on my shoulder and moused me aside of the students lazily making their way into the room. She liked that first boy of mine.  She asked me about him. I gave a half-assed laugh and told her not to go kissing him.

He tells his Mother everything.

 

 

 

Jan 142010
 

What was your first experience with an erect cock?

Sweet, little, southern, Christian girl, straight home from cheerleading practice, sneaks her then boyfriend over for an hour or so before her Mom gets home from work.

I had on just a pair of black cotton panties and a white long sleeved button down shirt, all the buttons undone. I had taken off my own pants and my bra was gone before he’d even gotten there. I have always had nice, full tits, and I had known what I was doing in losing the bra. I just remember trying to plan everything so carefully. Oh God was I nervous!  When he got there he was instantly touching me, and I was on the couch, my Mom’s cream, floral couch, something my Grandmother had helped to pick out, no doubt. Here’s what I think of your couch, Grandmother, and not to mention overall floral prints, too.

He was on top of me, between my legs, and his cock was hard. He just had his underwear on, and we weren’t really looking at each other as much as he was attacking my face like a hungry animal, grabbing at my tits and not sure what to do with one when he had it, but when he did happen to graze a nipple I would hiss and arch, and he would freak for a nano-moment, seem not to understand, then go back to his activities. I could feel how hard he was. He was pressing against me and God he was so hard. I can remember how almost uncomfortable it  was for him to touch me.

I got up and asked him if he was thirsty and wanted something to drink. I walked into the kitchen. I was so ridiculous. Looking back, he is the most passive person in the world. But then, in my perfect little fantasy (yes, even then) my make-out sessions included a little more “I am Man, you are… Mine!”… I wanted a little wrist pinning, hands in the hair, snatching off the rest of my clothes and “taking it if you want it”. I guess I never thought about it that way, but had it been with the right person, I would have easily lost my virginity that day. Instead, I was way frustrated, so at some point I decided to make the best of it, and use it as a learning experience.

I slowed his kissing, sat him down, straddling him, took my time and just enjoyed him. Through my panties I could feel the pressure of his cock rubbing up against my clit, as I moved against him. I gently introduced him to my nipples, and I got off. Afterward, I reached inside his underwear and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had no idea what I was going to do. I’d never touched one before. Thank God I didn’t have much to worry about. Before my hand really even closed, he grabbed me tightly and blew with a loud cry that made me jump. It scared me, and I know I jerked his cock some. God knows how that felt.

I was just some chick who had no idea what to do or even what I was willing to do. I knew what I wanted, but was too afraid to say it.

I hope that answers your question… :)